Janitor: Hey. You're that Black kid.
Chris: Yeah. Where did you come from?
Janitor: Brooklyn. By way of Palermo. Anyway, I overheard your conversation. You need a Mother's Day gift?
Chris: Yeah. I'm looking for Pure Voodoo.
Janitor: Ooh! There goes the college fund, huh? But I got a guy can help you.
Greg: Really?
Janitor: Yeah. Five bucks.
Chris: Wait. He has the perfume for five dollars?
Janitor: No. It's five bucks for the info.
Chris: Oh. Well, better be good.
Janitor: Yeah, see, the only thing is he lives in a really, really bad neighborhood. I don't even dare go there myself.
Chris: Where is that?
Janitor: Bed Stuy.
Chris: Are you telling me I just paid you five dollars so that you could tell me to go see Risky?
Janitor: So I guess I'm not gonna get another five out of you for the directions.